This corner cocktail club is all class. The well mannered bartenders wear perfectly pressed whites and do their cocktail thang swiftly with stealth and style. They serve classic cocktails, their own concoctions and seasonal specials. BarChick slurped down a Mango Gin Fizz and a Florita Mediterraneo (Aperol, white vermouth, rosemary and 'Mediterranean essence') which were both bang on. Well, to be expected really as owner Raffa has won more cocktail making prizes than you can shake a swizzle stick at!
BrassClub plays a Jazzy soundtrack and has a 1950’s Bond-like vibe. It’s usually busy with a mixed but grown up crowd and as it’s two minutes away from 'tourist central' Spanish is the only language you’ll hear which made BarChick feel kinda cool and in the know.
It’s casual and buzzy but well behaved. BarChick’s mum would dig it - she’d probably call it snazzy.
Barchick got called miss when she ordered and had the door opened for her when she left, she secretly sort of liked that and while it’s no hip speakeasy and probably not the best place to pull, no-one can deny these guys know how to take care of clientele and fix a damn good drink!